Snow Day

engineer / love great stories / never say no to an adventure

[jessibearr]

Blade Runner 2049 (2017) “All the best memories are hers.“

[ironstrangey-deactivated2018121]

The whole ‘I love you’ scene for my lovely Sherlollians!💞💞

[mrsmcrieff]

I need this on my dash…preferably daily 😍

[kendrapendragon]

ALWAYS REBLOG! TO INFINITY AND BEYOND!

[limajoro]

It just doesn’t get any less powerful, no matter how many times I watch.  

[sherlolly]

I want to save this forever.

[sherlolly]

Annndddd reblogging.

[kstewmanipulation]

… would complete you as a human being

[boopboopyy-deactivated20240120]

[thediogenes-deactivated20211110]

No one interrupts film noir night

The ever lovely @enigmaticpenguinofdeath commissioned me to fix the whole clown business in cartoon Mycroft style, so I did just that and it was very cathartic thank you bless you

More adventures of cartoon Mycroft | Commissions

[grenpics]

cdlafere : “thanks for your amazing fake !”

…So, i made a fake for the CD box jacket (inside) !

[mas-sera-o-benedict]

“Welcome to the final problem.”

[small-town-wayward-daughter]

[undomiel]

And there are many paths to tread through shadow, to the edge of night. Until the stars are all alight. Mist and shadow, cloud and shade. All shall fade.

[chocolatentropy-blog]

They're really not that heavy...

Just a crack-ish kind of ficlet that popped into my head. Enjoy.:)

Sherlock Holmes watched, bemused, as Molly Hooper hurried forward, wrapped two small hands around the metal bar, bent her knees, leaned back, and pulled.

He had never seen anyone manage to make doors look as heavy as Molly just had.

She looked over her shoulder at him, raising an eyebrow at his immobility.

“Aren’t you coming in, Sherlock?”

He knitted his brows.

“Not just yet. Would you please step aside, Molly?”

The pathologist huffed and rolled her eyes.

“Oh for chrissakes Sherlock, just get in.”

“Please, Molly? I would like to test something.”

With a long-suffering glare, Molly relinquished her hold on the door, letting it swing closed, and stepped aside.

Sherlock reached out one arm, wrapped his hand around the metal bar previously held by a much smaller pair of hands just a moment past, and pulled.

The door swung open easily with him exerting just minimal effort.

“It isn’t that heavy,” he said with a note of wonder.

“Of course it isn’t,” she exclaimed. Then, hesitantly, “Sherlock… You’re not…”

“High? Do stop being ridiculous, Molly. I think we’re past the days of you pretending to be less intelligent than we both know you are. I was simply wondering why you opened this door the way you did.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Molly blurted, her blush telling a different story.

He quirked a brow at her.

Annoyed, she glared up at him, cheeks still red.

"Okay, Consulting Detective. How about you deduce why I do it like that?”

She stuck her chin out and crossed her arms.

Without missing a beat, he answered, “Efficiency, obviously.”

She shrugged.

“Well there you go. You knew it all along, why ask?”

He had the gall to roll his eyes like she was the exasperating one, the prick.

“Because, Molly Hooper, that door is nowhere near heavy enough to merit much beyond minimal effort, so there’s no reason to open it other than the normal way, and frankly you just look ridiculously adorable opening it the way you did.”

She blinked up at him.

“What? What did you say?”

“I said, that door is-”

“No, the last bit.”

Another eyeroll from the manchild, and Molly Hooper’s palm started itching, but she kept her temper in check.

“I said, you just look ridiculous opening that door-”

“Liar!”

“Excuse me?”

“You are a liar, William Sherlock Scott Holmes.”

“I beg your pardon, Margaret Anne Hooper.”

“That was not what you said. You had better repeat what you actually said or this first date is not happening.”

Sherlock sighed, but a corner of his mouth quirked upwards in a telltale smile.

“Fine, Doctor Hooper,” he drawled, his voice dropping to melting dark chocolate levels. His arm snaked around her waist, and she let him pull her closer, “I said, you look so absolutely adorable opening doors in that quirky little way of yours, that I’m tempted to let you open doors for me all the time just to watch you do it.”

She dimpled up at him.

“Close enough. Now let’s head in. I’m famished.”

Sherlock stepped forward, keeping her tucked against him as he pulled the door open. The smell of fish and chips greeted them and Molly’s mouth watered.

“Why did you not just wait for me to open the door for you anyway?” Sherlock asked once they were seated, his thumb running over her knuckles as they held hands atop the table.

She smiled impishly.

“It’s the 21st century, my dear Sherlock. And really, doors aren’t that heavy.”

[elennemigo]

Imagine Sherlock doing a Ted talk on deduction.

Actually that would be really cool!

First row 👇

[br3akableheaven]

“I know what that means — looking sad, when you think no one can see you”.

“You can see me”.

[moonkitten91]

“All profound distraction opens certain doors” ― Julio Cortázar

[fkngerlocked]

THE LITTLE GIRL IS NOT EURUS

IT’S JOHN

IT’S FUCKING JOHN

THIS IS THE PLANE SCENE

THERE IS NO ONE SITTING ON THE SEAT BETWEEN JOHN AND MARY

SAME THING WITH THE SEAT OF THE GIRL AND HER MOTHER

AND THE PEOPLE ON THE PLANE ARE SLEEPING IN BOTH SCENES

AND THERE’S A THUNDERSTORM OUTSIDE IN BOTH SCENES

JOHN IS DREAMING / HALLUCINATING

AND HE IS ON THE PHONE WITH SHERLOCK AFTER EURUS SHOT HIM

AND THAT’S WHY THE CARPET LOOKS LIKE A PUDDLE OF BLOOD

THE PLACE CRASH IS SYMBOLIC, IT MEANS THAT JOHN IS DYING

AND SHERLOCK IGNORING “VATICAN CAMEOS” IS ONE OF HIS FEARS

THE FINAL PROBLEM IS JOHN DYING

FUCK MEEEEE I AM SCREAMING, I AM ASCENDING!!!

[darlingbenny]

[shrlckholmes]

[dork-adios]